Itinerant Air-Cooled It's Ciao California
Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2016 10:50 am
Sorry I haven't been around much but for some sporatic posts. That was three calls in three days down there in Long Beach, San Marcos, and San Diego. Oh yes, I do love the Southern California experience, but I do remember after a while that I lived in it for twelve years, and when you cannot escape, it is a mind-rattling test of endurance for a fifty seven year-old feral itinerant.
Visited satchmo up in the hills on the eastern side of the metro LA sprawl:
Satchmo and Mary
Off into the Southern California sunset:
See, Southern Californians drive to their sunsets:
I will need updates from my Southern Californians. We have josebrewin who brews some pretty damn good beer between bouts of trying to pass smog with his 1976 Westy. After a valve adjustment/timing adjustment, and quite a bit of futzing with the AFM later, we seemed to have an engine that will run clean enough to survive the 15 mph/25 mph dynamic test. My question for josebrewin is, which one did he readjust after my visit? The "mule" or the "virgin"?
JBoyn_74Westy filled in for my appointment with asiab3 and managed to drag us all into a confetti of greasy paper towels, man, we did those CVs up proud. Tried to wash myself off with the old Tide/Chlorox bucket bath later that night, but I was too tired and gave up. Camped at the military base off CA 163 outside of San Diego. Woke up and got back to my bath on a dead-end two lane (with yellow stripes) road just banked enough to let me wash off without thousands of commuters being distracted. Alas, Mr. Highway Patrolman was.
"What . . . are you doing out here?"
"Washing . . . off yesterday's CV repack."
"Where are you from?"
"New York."
"All the way out here?"
"Yes, and I have a San Diego appointment in an hour."
"I see, well, we are doing truck inspections here in about ten minutes. You will want to move before then, have a nice day."
So, I drove to the southwest corner of the continent and laid eyes on the beautiful Pacific Ocean . . . :
. . . and vwdreamBayb:
We go back all the way to 2008 or something. Her bus, Hans, is a troubled child with a good heart. I convinced her to retrofit the factory dual carbs, and they have done a good job of confounding me with all number of odd maladies. This year was no different. Ran great at idle, then it would lose the two right cylinders if I revved it. Ended up disassembling the right carb, cleaning it, re-installing it, no change in symptoms. On our test drive, I thought to put Hans on an incline to see if this was a fuel related drop out (uphill test > if engine did not drop out, then carb was dropping out due to lean, if engine dropped out worse, it was a flooding situation). That is when Hans lost his brakes in a flood of brake fluid all over the front right tire and wheel. All in all, we decided that Hans picked a perfect time to let us know that his brake lines were rusted through. Gingerly, and with an eye for escape exigencies, we drove through afternoon San Diego street traffic back to the house.
"Should I hit the kid or the grown-up here?"
"The kid."
"OK."
Poor Hans is losing the battle against rust here near the ocean. VWdreamBayb? We need to step up and do an intervention:
Will fill this post in later . . . must get to Las Vegas!
Colin
Visited satchmo up in the hills on the eastern side of the metro LA sprawl:
Satchmo and Mary
Off into the Southern California sunset:
See, Southern Californians drive to their sunsets:
I will need updates from my Southern Californians. We have josebrewin who brews some pretty damn good beer between bouts of trying to pass smog with his 1976 Westy. After a valve adjustment/timing adjustment, and quite a bit of futzing with the AFM later, we seemed to have an engine that will run clean enough to survive the 15 mph/25 mph dynamic test. My question for josebrewin is, which one did he readjust after my visit? The "mule" or the "virgin"?
JBoyn_74Westy filled in for my appointment with asiab3 and managed to drag us all into a confetti of greasy paper towels, man, we did those CVs up proud. Tried to wash myself off with the old Tide/Chlorox bucket bath later that night, but I was too tired and gave up. Camped at the military base off CA 163 outside of San Diego. Woke up and got back to my bath on a dead-end two lane (with yellow stripes) road just banked enough to let me wash off without thousands of commuters being distracted. Alas, Mr. Highway Patrolman was.
"What . . . are you doing out here?"
"Washing . . . off yesterday's CV repack."
"Where are you from?"
"New York."
"All the way out here?"
"Yes, and I have a San Diego appointment in an hour."
"I see, well, we are doing truck inspections here in about ten minutes. You will want to move before then, have a nice day."
So, I drove to the southwest corner of the continent and laid eyes on the beautiful Pacific Ocean . . . :
. . . and vwdreamBayb:
We go back all the way to 2008 or something. Her bus, Hans, is a troubled child with a good heart. I convinced her to retrofit the factory dual carbs, and they have done a good job of confounding me with all number of odd maladies. This year was no different. Ran great at idle, then it would lose the two right cylinders if I revved it. Ended up disassembling the right carb, cleaning it, re-installing it, no change in symptoms. On our test drive, I thought to put Hans on an incline to see if this was a fuel related drop out (uphill test > if engine did not drop out, then carb was dropping out due to lean, if engine dropped out worse, it was a flooding situation). That is when Hans lost his brakes in a flood of brake fluid all over the front right tire and wheel. All in all, we decided that Hans picked a perfect time to let us know that his brake lines were rusted through. Gingerly, and with an eye for escape exigencies, we drove through afternoon San Diego street traffic back to the house.
"Should I hit the kid or the grown-up here?"
"The kid."
"OK."
Poor Hans is losing the battle against rust here near the ocean. VWdreamBayb? We need to step up and do an intervention:
Will fill this post in later . . . must get to Las Vegas!
Colin